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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 spring reverb 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
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.