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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.