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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 The Buckinghams to the funk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.