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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
MDC,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.