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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Morten Harket to the jazz 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.