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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
MC5,
Kas Product,
CMW,
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.