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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.