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 Chile and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Arcadia to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.