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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
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 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.