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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.