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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.