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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.