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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.