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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the electroclash 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.