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 Seychelles and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.