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 Slovenia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.