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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.