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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 chamberlin 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
JFA,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.