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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Scion,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.