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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.