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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.