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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.