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 Armenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Television,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ludus,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.