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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.