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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.