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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.