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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.