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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.