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 India and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 the Slits to the jazz 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.