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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Standells to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.