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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.