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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.