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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.