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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Real Kids 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Audionom,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Q65,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
CMW,
Moebius,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.