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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
The Standells,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.