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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.