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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.