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 Canada and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.