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 Benin 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.