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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Bauhaus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
X-Ray Spex,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.