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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.