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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Can,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.