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 France and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Scion,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.