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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
The Martian,
Can,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.