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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lindisfarne to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Television Personalities,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.