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 Iceland and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.