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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.