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 Botswana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
Smog,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.