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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.