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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.