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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.