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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Wally Richardson to the disco 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
The Residents,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
John Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.