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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.