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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Amon Düül to the funk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
UT,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.