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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.