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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.