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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case 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?
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.