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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry 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 rap 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.