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 United States and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.