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 Algeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.