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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.