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 China and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.