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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.