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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
Technova,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.