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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.