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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.