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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
The Move,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.