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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.