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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
The Standells,
Organ,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.