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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.