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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tom Boy 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Nico,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.