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 Israel and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Skriet,
The Motions,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.