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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.