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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Cal Tjader,
Nico,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Can,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.