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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.