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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Franke,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.