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 Lesotho and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Pole to the punk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.