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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morgan to the funk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Wire,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.