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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.