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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Parry Music to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.