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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the techno 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.