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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.