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 Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.