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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.