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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.