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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.