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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.