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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.