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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Niagra to the dance 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Au Pairs,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
June Days,
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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.