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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.