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 Angola and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.