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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.