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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cramps to the jazz 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.