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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.