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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.