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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Motorama to the disco 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Cybotron,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Heaven 17,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.