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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.