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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.