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 Albania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.