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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Rapeman,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.