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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sixth Finger,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.