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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.