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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Urselle 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
The Leaves,
Fear,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
Los Fastidios,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.