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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.