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 Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.