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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.