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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 The Tremeloes to the funk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.