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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Y Pants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.