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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.