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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.