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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.