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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Fear,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.