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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Funky Four + One to the grunge 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Nas,
Swans,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.