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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
ABC,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
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.