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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Liliput,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.