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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Neu! to the grime 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.