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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.