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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.