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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.