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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rites of Spring to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.