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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Gun Club to the dance 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Urselle,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Scion,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Duran Duran,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.