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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.