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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.