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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 X-101 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Faust,
DNA,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.