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 Jordan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.