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 Brunei and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.