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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.