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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Scion,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Television,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.