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 Qatar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.