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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
JFA,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.