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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Quando Quango 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.