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 China and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Lalann to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.