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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Japan to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.