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 Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.