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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
Franke,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.