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 Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.