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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.