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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.