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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Television,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.