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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.