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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.