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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.