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 Maldives 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.