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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.