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 Haiti 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.