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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.