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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.