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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Organ,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Wings,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.