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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.