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 Nicaragua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 K-Klass to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
The Move,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.