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 Nepal 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Invisible to the rock 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.