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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.