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 Finland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.