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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.