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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.