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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Janne Schatter to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.