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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.