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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.