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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Monks to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.