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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.