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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.