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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.