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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 clarinet 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 the Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.