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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Swans to the rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.