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 Philippines and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.