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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.