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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 The Black Dice to the disco 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.