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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.