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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Masters at Work to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.