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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Scion,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.