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 India and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.