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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.