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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Maurizio to the techno 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Interpol,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.