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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Blake Baxter to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith 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?
Brick,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.