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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.