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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 LL Cool J to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.