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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.