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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.