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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.