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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Eddi Front to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
The Litter,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.