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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.