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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.