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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.