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 Korea South and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.