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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.