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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 spring reverb 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band 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 New Christs,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.