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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Faraquet to the disco 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.