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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Faust to the electroclash 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.