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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.