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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Unwound,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
ABBA,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.