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 Niger and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The American Breed to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.