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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
June of 44,
Kayak,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.