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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.