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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.