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 Greece and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Circle Jerks to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
AZ,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
X-102,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.