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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Nas,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.