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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Radio Birdman to the jazz 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Lalann,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.