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 Romania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moleskins to the jazz 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Television,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.