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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
AZ,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.