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 Iran 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.