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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.