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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Fugazi to the punk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.