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 Congo and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.