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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Desert Stars 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
The Evens,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.