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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.