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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.