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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.