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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.