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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Q65,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
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.