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 Algeria 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Ludus,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Visage,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.