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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.