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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Schoolly D to the crunk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
MC5,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.