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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Cymande,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.