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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Index,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.