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 Greece and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Slave,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.