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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.