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 Brazil and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.