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 Malawi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.