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 Malta and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.