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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the grime 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.