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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Roxy Music to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
Scion,
Franke,
cv313,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.