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 Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.