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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.