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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Skarface to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.