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 India and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.