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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.