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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.