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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the funk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.