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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Radiohead 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.