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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.