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 South Africa and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Smog,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.