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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.