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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.