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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.