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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.