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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 The Litter to the funk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.