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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the jazz 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Visage,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.