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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.