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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warsaw to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Victims,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Franke,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.