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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.