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 Panama and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Dark Day 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
The Remains,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.