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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
UT,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.