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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.