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 Botswana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.