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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.