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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.