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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.