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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.