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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s 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 Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.