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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.