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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Technova to the grime 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.