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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Monks,
The Fall,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Scientists,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.