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 Hungary and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.