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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.