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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Blues Magoos to the punk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.