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 Montenegro 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.