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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.