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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.