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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
June Days,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.