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 France and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 The Last Poets to the jazz 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.