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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.