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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Crime,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.