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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the rap 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.