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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.