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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.