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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Main Source,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.