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 Israel 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.