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 Yemen and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.