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 Uganda 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
UT,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.