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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.