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 United States 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Television,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.