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 Liberia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sun Ra to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
UT,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.