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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.