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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.