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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Can,
The Doors,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.