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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.