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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Lalann,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.