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 Korea South and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.