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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Kayak,
X-101,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.