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 Morocco and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Organ,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.