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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.