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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Index,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Fear,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.