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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.