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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
UT,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.