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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the techno 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues 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 crunk 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.