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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.