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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
The Residents,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.