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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Organ,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.