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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.