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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.