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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.