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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
JFA,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.