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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.