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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.