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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.