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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.