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 Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.