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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.