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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.