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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moby Grape to the grime 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.