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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
X-101,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.