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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles 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?
June of 44,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.