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 Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.