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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Gong,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.