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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 cv313 to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.