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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.