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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.