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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.