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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Monolake,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.