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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the rap 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.