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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Television,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.