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 Georgia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Oblivians,
Can,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Wire,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.