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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.