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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.