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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
the Swans,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.