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 Montenegro 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.