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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.