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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 The Litter to the dance 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.