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 Costa Rica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Circle Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
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Cluster,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.