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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the grime 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.