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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.