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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Pole,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.