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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Hoover to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.