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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Ludus to the rock 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Wire,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.