Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.