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 Spain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.