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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Men They Couldn't Hang 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Television,
Camouflage,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.