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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.