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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 The Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.