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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.