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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.