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 Ghana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.