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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 The Skatalites to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Country Teasers,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.