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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.