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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.