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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.