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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.