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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.