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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the dance 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.