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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.