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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the electroclash 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.