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 Iraq 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Ronan to the funk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.