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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the rap 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Scion,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.