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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Lyres,
Index,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.