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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Television,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.