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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Hill 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Monolake,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.