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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Rakim to the punk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.