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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.