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 Malaysia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.