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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
New Order,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.