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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Aswad to the jazz 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Swans,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.