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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.