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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.