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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 The Associates to the disco 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Ossler,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.