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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo 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?
Easy Going,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.