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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
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Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.