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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.