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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.