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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 the Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Magma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.