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 Russia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.