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 Oman and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Fluxion to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.