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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 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 Moby Grape to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.