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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 David McCallum to the techno 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.