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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
June Days,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.