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 Pakistan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.