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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Swans,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.