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 Botswana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Oneida,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.