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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Lou Christie to the grunge 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.