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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MC5 to the funk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Ronan,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.