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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.