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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Can,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.