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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 theremin 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.