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 Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.