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 Kenya and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.