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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.