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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
June of 44,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.