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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.