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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.