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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.