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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Gong to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Enemy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.