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 San Marino and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.