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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.