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 Yemen and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Gang Starr to the techno 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.