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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.