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 Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the jazz 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.