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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.