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 Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.