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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.