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 India and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Joey Negro 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.