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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.