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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.