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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 mellotron 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.