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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.