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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
the Association,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.