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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the grunge 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gong,
Lyres,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.