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 Iceland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.