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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 Philadelphia and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.