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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Q65,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.