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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.