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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.