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 Burundi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.