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 Austria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Pole,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
X-102,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.