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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.