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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.