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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Wire,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.