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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.