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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.