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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 EPMD to the rock 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
The Evens,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.