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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 KRS-One to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.