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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.