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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.