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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.