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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.