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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.