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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Brick,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.