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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.