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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.