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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Martian to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Hasil Adkins,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.