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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.