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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
The Names,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.