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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Grauzone 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.