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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flipper to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 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?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.