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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Dawn Penn to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.