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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.