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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
PIL,
Harmonia,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.