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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.