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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 güiro 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.