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 India and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 R.M.O. to the dance 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.