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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.