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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.