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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.