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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 808 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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.