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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.