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 Japan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Slave,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.