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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
X-102,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.