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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
UT,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.