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 Pakistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Q65,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.