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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.