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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 II to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.