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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
The Associates,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.