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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.