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 Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the disco 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.