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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.