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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.