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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.