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 Croatia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators 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 punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.