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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.