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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
The Slits,
Main Source,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.