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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Organ,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.