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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Last Poets to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Bill Near,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.