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 Gambia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.