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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Count Five to the punk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Q65,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
cv313,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
MDC,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.