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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.