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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Hoover,
UT,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.