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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.