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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.