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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
CMW,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.