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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.