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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Germs,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.