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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.