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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Crime,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.