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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Symarip to the punk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.