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 Burkina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Pantaleimon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Wire,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.