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 Zambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.