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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.