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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.