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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Jacques Brel 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.