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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.