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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.