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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
PIL,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.