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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.