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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.