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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 David Bowie 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 Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Gang Gang Dance,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.