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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Magma,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.