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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Nas,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.