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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.