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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Technova,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.