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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Japan,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.