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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.