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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.