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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.