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 Monaco and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Franke,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.