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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 The Victims 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Nico,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.