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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.