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 Spain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.