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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.