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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the rap 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Television,
Deakin,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.