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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Max Romeo to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.