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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini 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?
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.