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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 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 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.