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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.