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 Dominica and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Television,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
The Names,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.