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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Kaleidoscope 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.