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 Portugal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.