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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.