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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
AZ,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.