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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Moby Grape 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.