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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mandrill to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Flipper,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.