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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Agent Orange to the rap 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Television,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.