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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.