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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Magazine,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.