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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
Liliput,
Scion,
a-ha,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
The Stooges,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.