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 Finland and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.