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 Sierra Leone 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 The Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.