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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.