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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.