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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.