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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.