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 Rwanda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Television,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.