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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.