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 Palau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.