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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Pretty Things to the punk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.